Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.